Ryder pushed open the apartment door, carrying the full weight of his long construction shift with him. Sweat soaked through his tank top, clinging to his broad, muscular chest. His thick arms and neck were streaked with dust and grime, and that deep, masculine scent of hard work clung to every inch of his big body. At 6'3" and built solid from years of heavy labor, he filled the space with raw presence as he kicked off his boots.
He stepped into the bedroom and stopped, heat flooding straight to his cock at the sight waiting for him.
Miles was on the bed, ass up, head down, back arched in a smooth, inviting curve. The smaller twunk's lean, smooth body looked perfect in the soft light, his perky ass framed by a black jockstrap. His hole was still puffy and soft, the rim slightly swollen and glistening with lube, visibly eager and ready.
A quiet, affectionate growl left Ryder's throat. "Miles... fuck, baby."
Miles let out a soft, happy sound, pushing his ass up a little higher. "Wanted to surprise you. You've been on my mind all day. I got so turned on thinking about you coming home that I needed to show you."
This had been happening for the last few days. Every so often Miles would slip into these intense stretches of heat where he simply could not get enough of his man. In the past couple of days alone Ryder had already fucked him nine times, and yet here Miles was, still so eager, still so tight, still inviting him in like it was the first time.
Ryder stripped off his soaked tank top, revealing his hairy, sweat-glistened torso. The contrast hit them both immediately. He climbed onto the bed and pressed his big, rough hand along Miles' smooth back. The scent of his day rolled over Miles, thick with sweat, musk, and that earthy trace of dirt and labor. Miles breathed it in deeply, a shiver running through him as his cock throbbed in the jock pouch. He loved the way his man smelled after work, raw and real and overwhelmingly masculine.
"You smell so good," Miles whispered, voice already hazy with need. "It drives me crazy."
Ryder leaned down, covering Miles with his bigger frame. Coarse chest hair dragged against smooth skin as he nuzzled into the side of his boyfriend's neck, letting him inhale more of that potent scent. "My soft, pretty boy gets this worked up just thinking about me?" He freed his thick, heavy cock and rubbed the underside along Miles' crack, letting the prominent vein drag slowly back and forth over the puffy lips of his hole.
Every pass teased those sensitive outer folds, the raised vein providing a textured pressure that made Miles moan and push back. Ryder loved how plush and yielding Miles felt there, warm and soft against his own hardness. Miles was already slick and open, so Ryder lined up and pushed in with one long, steady stroke. He slid straight in to the hilt, the lube and lingering softness letting him bury every thick inch in one smooth glide.
Miles gasped as that thick vein slid along his inner walls, massaging him perfectly from the inside. Ryder bottomed out and held still for a moment, savoring the tight, velvety heat clenching around him, then began to move with deep, powerful thrusts.
He fucked his boyfriend with strength and care at the same time. Each stroke was hard enough to make their bodies slap together, but every motion carried love. Ryder's hairy chest rubbed against Miles' smooth back, sweat transferring between them. His strong arms wrapped around Miles' smaller frame, one hand finding Miles' and intertwining their fingers while the other stroked along his side with open affection.
"I love how soft you are," Ryder murmured against his ear, voice rough with arousal. "So smooth and warm for me. This boy pussy takes me so perfectly." He rolled his hips, making sure the thick vein on the underside of his cock kept rubbing right where Miles needed it most, dragging along those sensitive inner walls with every thrust.
Miles moaned into the pillow, lost in the sensations. He loved Ryder's roughness. The scrape of chest hair on his skin, the solid strength holding him down, the heavy masculine scent surrounding him. "Harder... I love how you feel on top of me," he breathed. "So big and rough. It makes me ache for you even when I'm already full of you."
Ryder gave him what he needed, thrusting deeper and faster while still kissing along Miles' shoulders and neck. He shifted slightly, changing the angle so his cock dragged even more firmly across Miles' prostate. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies filled the room as Ryder fucked him with long, sensual strokes, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in deep, letting Miles feel every inch and every vein. Sweat dripped from Ryder's brow onto Miles' back, mixing with the lube and the growing sheen on Miles' own skin.
Ryder reached under Miles and wrapped a big hand around his leaking cock through the jockstrap, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "That's it, baby. Let me feel how much you need me," he growled softly, nipping at Miles' earlobe. Their bodies moved together like they were made for this, rough muscle and coarse hair against smooth, yielding skin. Strength meeting softness. Sweat and musk blending with quiet whimpers and low groans.
Miles pushed back to meet every thrust, his hole gripping Ryder tightly despite how many times he'd been fucked lately. The heat inside him only seemed to grow. Ryder kept the pace steady and deep for a long while, savoring every squeeze and every moan, before gradually building faster. The bed creaked beneath them as Ryder drove into him with more intensity, still whispering praise between breaths. "My perfect boy... love you like this... love every inch of you."
When Ryder finally came, he buried himself deep and filled Miles with a thick, pulsing load, groaning against his boy's neck as his hips jerked through the orgasm. He stayed inside for a long moment afterward, arms wrapped tight around him, placing soft kisses along his back and shoulders while his cock continued to twitch.
Gently he pulled out and turned Miles over, drawing the smaller man into his chest. Their bodies pressed together, hard and hairy against smooth and soft, as Ryder kissed him slow and deep.
"You okay, baby?" he asked quietly, brushing hair from Miles' forehead.
Miles nodded, nuzzling happily into Ryder's sweaty chest. "I needed that. Needed you."
Ryder smiled and held him closer. “Got to take care of my boy.”
They stayed tangled like that, breathing each other in.
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